Lyrics:
your liquor? Don't get sick
Ain't no little bottles, you know we cop that shit by the fifth
I feel like a model, when I got designer in my fit
She move
call a Lyft
We was just cooling
I'm in the vip with gang
And the bottles popping
We got all the bad bitches
And the models watching
We got all the rich
even get mad, it wasn't expected from the baddest girl around town
I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down
What you did to me
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Yea
Dèja
I can see
That you been watching me for a minute now
that double R
On the hood of it
Red carpet at the show
And we tryna see
Whats good with it
Sure enough cigars lit
Bottles popped
Models stripped
know my name
Pharrell, know my name, Scotty, know my name
Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up
Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up
came over my soul. Visions of legends on the side of the road
Hank Williams Sr. with his hood up, Patsy Cline and old Roy Acuff was all waiting for help
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Gonzalez Erick , Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Said you done lived that life,
(Hey)
Tell me
bigger out in Texas
When you cop it by the load
Well Its that champenge Cris sipper
Rollin on them vogues
Actin bad on them 4z
Diving deep off in you hoes
is what you see in films because Cowboys was a name given by him to us, Black workers who rode horses through dust, and rounded up cows so trust when I
in this nigga's head
From the hood come if you would but you might end up dead
See these sick-ass Oakland streets done turned me out
Surviving
Never underestimate
The power of a good goodbye
Always trying to reiterate
But never trying to get by
Trying to get by
I told him to leave is he gone
Grandad a preacher
Heard he was thuggin' before his blessing
Somthing like a role model
I came up with two lil brothers
Never do wrong by em
Give my last
block nation but my niggas be like shoot shoot all my dawgs locked up that’s why my car ain’t got no roof I’m the hood nova trick in nawf Memphis I’m
right through you
Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui
In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
Doody, to you
it's Prada on the dash
Red line
Playing b*****s cuz they was naive and mad blind
Evicted out apartments as a kid
Bad times
Graffiti in the park
pp a so d Williams can test it... On they tail with the quickness it's worth it the extra effort...
Dive deep in them waters I be there it's worth
this for the loner in the hood who can't wait for
To break north, little black kids on skate boards
That know better
The world is bigger than that block
I love it when you ride for me
Pack two pistols on the side now
Baby come & slide with me
Drive by for me be on demon time
Anytime & everytime you
I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?
Hataz betta watch out for tha butt
I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?
Yea, I'm real wit
right through you
Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui
In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
Doody, to you
(North Carolina)
Seran down the v, coke in the whip he bought the cheaper (Chicago)
Notorious secrets? nah with secret indictments
Jim indicted but
really gon run game
Wait two weeks to give it up and feel no pain
Babygirl, you picked the wrong balla
He was raised by mack's and pimps, model let him
we wanted all along
I know in heaven mama's proud
You was never convinced by the crowd
But look at you finally you got a crown
You my role model
My
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